demonic god of elixir

The world's wind and clouds out of my generation, once into the jianghu years rush, the royal map to dominate the talk of laughter, do not win the life of a drunken. Sword across the horse waving ghosts rain, white bones such as mountain birds fly. Dust things like tide people like water, just sigh the jianghu several people back. A Chinese imperial killing soul, crossing to an unknown mutation of the blue inflammation martial arts cultivation continental space, in order to a promise, he set up the name of the Bloodshed as a killer organization, with a thousand faces and the identity of the alchemist, for the silence of more than a few years without the war continent, to bring a piece of horror bloody killing, when he stood in the most peak of this otherworldly, the feet have been lying all over the skeleton and blood.